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My journey in football presenting and motherhood

Hi everyone!

A few weeks back I pledged to WIF (Women in Football) that I would write a blog about the challenges women working in football face. So here it is. (Yikes!) From choosing clothes and makeup, to breastfeeding in toilets and trying in vain to get back my pre baby body, I won’t hold back. I’m ready to share. Enjoy!

I’ve always seen my industry as being bullet proof. I’m so lucky it has provided me with endless work. Never did I expect a situation like this though. Of course, no one could have predicted it. No football! None!

A debate… I just listened to (and participated in) an hour debate on whether the 2019-20 Premier League season should be void or not and I have to admit the very persuasive speakers changed my mind. Fair play to Debate Mate and all the speakers, in these challenging times it was great to be part […]

That’s the thing about TV interviews, you get your 4 or 5 minutes and just as you start to get into a point it’s over. That was me at 7am this morning with legend Peter Shilton on Good Morning Britain. I was on with Piers Morgan so I’d always expected to be interrupted, but now there were 4 of us all trying to get a word in. That’s the thing about Mourinho, there is just so much to talk about. I used to have a list of things he had done that were out of character, but that list got so long I guess at some point you have to accept, this IS his character, this is him now.

The England fans to my right were going crazy, I was going crazy, at that moment (albeit in the 5th minute) England were going to a World Cup final. I leaned over to my colleague and mouthed: “It’s a bit early to score though isn’t it?” That game seemed to last an eternity, I don’t think I’ve ever looked at the clock so many times. With every passing minute England looked more and more fatigued and Croatia looked more and more energised, this wasn’t supposed to happen, Croatia were supposed to be shattered.

I watched England win on penalties. It took me a good 24 hours to calm down. I was so wired. That night I couldn’t sleep and the next day I had to ask myself if it was a dream. It took a five-hour stroll in Gorky Park to finally wind down.

I read a tweet the other day that made me smile. If you are ever feeling sad, just remember, the world is four point five billion years old and somehow you managed to exist at the same time as the 2018 FIFA World Cup. It’s silly, but it’s true, and somehow I managed to be AT the 2018 FIFA World Cup, and what a tournament it’s turning out to be.